B-

You're a genius. Thanks.

Sorry for the drunken ramble on here last week, that you'll never read anyway. Sometimes, a woman needs some whiskey, and my laptop has no breathalyzer (but it should).

Thank you for the small details of your life you share when we have things in common. Thank you for saying "Will you be here next week? I'd really like that." at the end of session today. Fair warning (that you'll never read); I'm starting to feel therapy-love for you, and I'll want to check in about that next week. I'm not talking transference crush or erotic transference, or anything that could ever exist outside the frame, but that we've sat on the floor barefoot talking for enough hours, and I trust and respect you enough, that I love you.

It's a little terrifying, but good. Right?

-C